Monday, May 28, 2012

Memorial Day 2012

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
We have absolutely no plans this Memorial Day. We're not even eating hot dogs off the grill. And we can do absolutely nothing because there have been men and women willingly (and unwillingly) going to war to defend the freedoms we all tend to take for granted. 
So this is my thank you to those who have left home to defend me without knowing me, and who did not return. May your sacrifices never be forgotten. 

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